There were no epaulets or sashes, but at no moment of time could an observer have been in doubt as to who was in command. The roughest and freest spoken of them all showed marked deference whenever he addressed or even came near to the man whom Great Bear himself, with all his pride, had acknowledged to be his superior. "Jim," said Bowie to a tall horseman who was at his side when they came out into the open prairie, "have you made up your mind to go with me into Chihuahua?" "Go!" exclaimed Jim. "Why, colonel, I ain't enlisted. Travis can't stop me. Of course I'll go. Wouldn't miss it for a pile. It 'll be as good as a spree." So said more than one of the other rangers when opportunity came to ask them the same question. To each the romantic legend of the hidden treasures of the Aztec kings had been mentioned confidentially. No doubt it acted as a bait, but every way as attractive, apparently, was the prospect of a raid into Mexico, a prolonged hunting and scouting expedition, and a fair chance for brushes with Bravo's lancers. "A Comanche or Lipan is worth two of 'em," they said, "and one American's worth four. We shall outnumber any lot of Greasers we're at all likely to run against." There was a great deal too much of arrogance and overbearing self-confidence among the men of the Texas border, and at no distant day they were to pay for it bitterly. They had gone and the chaparral seemed to be deserted, but it was not entirely without inhabitants. "Tetzcatl!" "Ugh! Red Wolf!" There they sat, once more confronting each other, the young Lipan on his pony and the old tiger on his mule. "Boy heap fool," said Tetzcatl. "Comanches in chaparral. Castro gone." "Ugh!" said Red Wolf. "See one Comanche ride away. Keep arrow." Tetzcatl's eyes were angry. Part of his disappointment had been the renewal of the feud between the tribes. He had hoped for their joint help in working out his own revenges. Nevertheless he now listened to a further explanation, and learned that a noted Comanche warrior had no use for bow or lance just then, because of an arrow that was yet sticking through his right arm above the elbow. Red Wolf could not follow him, but he had captured a dropped lance, which he was now somewhat boastfully exhibiting. "Boy go now," said Tetzcatl. "Tell Castro, Texans gone to the fort." "No! no!" replied Red Wolf. "Big Knife say wait. Tetzcatl wait. Hide in bushes." No further persuasion was attempted by the old Tlascalan, although he did not conceal his preference for being without young company. "Come," said Red Wolf. "No stay. Heap eat. Where water?"